“But . . .” I wet my lips, ransacking around for the proper way to explain this. “You fuck me . . . like, isn’t there some rule about who does this to the other person or something?” God, my pulse is a blur of thrumming hummingbird wings in my throat. “There are no rules.” Raine leans forward, letting his lips and stubble graze the side of my neck when he hovers right over that sensitive point. “And what if I enjoy knowing that I can make you spill cum like this, too? What if seeing you lose your goddamn mind like a little slut is the thing that gets me off hardest?”
